And then I remember…

Posted on June 1, 2004

Oh yeah… this is why I stopped playing games. Because they fill me with the rage. So much rage. I want to destroy things. Stupid games. I have to wonder if I’m just completely incapable of having fun anymore. If I can’t do something well then I’m filled with the rage, and since there are a lot of fun things out there that I can’t do well, I find myself filled with the rage far too often. It tires me out and gives me a headache and makes me feel as though nothing new is worth doing anymore. Not sure how to control the rage.